The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-10-08


Stats and tried to undo the fastening. A
low growl made him withdraw his hand
quickly. Then it occurred to him that
it was only his setter dog, and he
whistlod softly to the dog and the ami
NAL whined recognitioS After strug
Cling with the fastening until he sac
ceeded in christening the window he
lodged on the window sill when he tried
to climb in, and, loaded as he was.
teetered back and forth, at the immi-
nent risk of tumbIing into the stone
basement below AZ last he rolled into
the room with a thump which shook the
whole house lie had just gathered up
his bruised body and placed it upon the
sofa when the door opened and his wife
made her appearance.
so you've returned, have you.' said
she Sarcastically, while her eyes blazed
like ardent Goals. ''The baby is sick
with the Group up stairs, bat Of coarse
you don't care anything about that We
might all be taken down with the chol-
era and you wouldn't know anything
about it. ! suppose you've had very
pleasant time to-day with your friends,
and are as drunk az usual This thing
has gone on as long as it is possible TO
last. Get down, Rover. | could curse
you, sir. Even the dog is better pro-
tector than you are. hate you. That's
what think you,' and she struck him
blow in the face with the fat OF her
hand which made his head ring ooh,
You deceitful wretch, if had q pistol |
would shoot you, She continued.
Jack gritted his teeth together and
clenched his hands He half arose from
the sofa, and then his good sense pre-
vailed and he resumed his seat. The
door closed with a bang behind has wife,
and he was left alone in the room with
the dog.
cold fellow" said Jack, taking the
dogs silky ears in his hands and looking
down into the dogs brown eyes, "old
fellow, things is getting mighty warm
around here, aren't they?"
The dog thumped his tail and emitted
short bark
''And somebody's to blame, Ell, old
fellow
The dog put his forepaws on Jacks
knees aud whined
THE little woman eXaggerates my
weaknesses, but in the main she's about
right What dye think"
That unfailing barometer Of dogs
emotion, his tail, played tattoo on the
floor and he executed dance on the
parlor carpet inviting a frolc,
''No, Rover, there's no funny business
about this, This affair IS serious
There's got to be reformation. You
old man Luther had rcfor
nation, don't yoo! Yes, | suppose you
do. Wei, here's what's going to re-
form; going to give up beer and CLANS
and stayin out nights Back, ODD fell
low, lie down in the corner" said Jacks,
rs he opened the door on crack and
listened A faint sound as Of ,sobbing
came down the stairs. Jack closed the
door and resumed his seat.
cts raining up stairs. I'm afraid
the little woman will get wet. Now,
Tn going to take OF my shoes and see
if the roof leaks You lie right down
here IN the corner and keep still till [
come down, said jack, speaking to the
dog who skunk off iato the corner in a
shamefaced way.
Then Jack stole softly mp stairs and
peeped into the room, where sat his wife
with her face hidden in the bedclothes
she was so6bias violently and jacks
heart vas touched Jack walked up to
her and placed his hand upon her
shoulder
.Litt,e woman. said he
Louder sobs but no answer.
Little woman" he resumed. trying
TO swallow Lis throat, 'Pye been a big
brute 70 yoa and the children, but if
you1l try to overlook what I've done in
the past III try aud do better in the IA
ture."
"Oh. Jack, ! struck you" came from
the hed-clothes in smothered accents.
.eNevcr mind taat. iittle woman. 1t